I’ve always been a bit reader. With the little I’ve found it relatively easy to continue to read. Lots. I’ve read blog posts and social networks. I’ve followed links to new information that’s helped me help friends. I’ve read easy books and hard books. I’ve read eBooks and paper books. Thank goodness for smartphones and long nursing sessions! So imagine my joy when I found out (several months late, eep!) that one of my favorite authors, Iain (M) Banks had a new book out!! Oh the joy!
I immediately ordered a physical copy and awaited it’s arrival. And then I read the very sad news that Iain Banks is terminally ill. The book that was on it’s way to me would be his last Culture novel. My joy was bittersweet.
I’m a mom. It’s easy for me to read eBooks, as I can prop my smartphone up against a pillow (or my son!) while nursing. A dozen pages multiple times a day makes for a quick read.
This book was a physical book. A big, solid book that feels good in my hands. I find it more difficult to read books like this. I can’t hold it one handed. It’s fussy to prop up. Oh, and little man keeps trying to eat the book.
Normally I would have crawled into bed with this book and devoured it. Bathed in the words. Let the pages glide past my fingers and the words absorb into my head.
Instead I’ve been stealing reading time at night. 5 or 10 pages. Sometimes a whole chapter. It’s made reading this last Culture book so precious. It’s drawn out and I’m astounded by how lovely it is.
Thank you babe for teaching me to slow down and savor the experience. You surprise me with the lessons I’m reminded of and learn.